Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.